Though I'm not at all sure I accomplished anything. Out of the whole of the party, I was chosen to be the one to speak with her about her behaviour because I'm the closest thing she has here at Pemberley to a friend. By which I mean that before Elizabeth and Fitzwilliam married, back when Caroline was still hoping that my brother would marry her, she did her best to fawn on me and cultivate my acquaintance as a means of growing closer to my brother. At any rate, I went along to her room last night after the close of the ball and knocked on her door. I hadn't been entirely successful in talking myself into pitying her. Well, to be strictly honest, I hadn't been at all successful; I could still cheerfully have seen her, if not strangled, at least bundled into a carriage and sent away from Pemberley at once. Caroline made some reply to my knock, too muffled by the wooden panel for me to understand. But I thought I caught the words, "Come in," so I turned the knob and entered. Caroline was by the wardrobe, undressed and wrestling with the laces on the back of her long corset.
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